She descended down the stairs of the house, sidestepping the refuse from bingedrinking teenagers that was strewn everywhere. She produced from the depths of her pride the ugly investigatory note of the modern district visitor. The villagers were thronging to church. Rushing towards the entrance of the well-hole, Blueskin touched the secret spring. “I do not know. You represent to me an enigma, the solution of which has become the one desire of my life. ’ A thought caught in her mind and she turned quickly to her old nurse. ’ ‘Who, Joan, who? Of whom do you speak?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham. It’s an engagement ring. The lad looked alarmed.
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